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Chapter 17 - Wang Chongyang Couldn’t Perform? Teaching Xiaolongnü a Lesson ( Part 1 )

Chapter 17: Wang Chongyang Couldn’t Perform? Teaching Xiaolongnü a Lesson ( Part 1 )

Only Yin Zhiping still wore a dark expression, brows tightly furrowed.

Wang Xuan, of course, had not forgotten his true target for this trip.

He smiled toward Yin Zhiping.

This one must die.

But not now. Tomorrow morning.

“We’re leaving.”

After saying that, Wang Xuan turned his eyes in a certain direction.

Far off in the grass, a figure was hiding.

Though the person thought herself well-concealed, how could she evade Wang Xuan’s spiritual perception?

As for her identity—easy to guess.

An old woman of that age in this place was either a wandering incense devotee from the foot of the mountain—or Granny Sun, caretaker of Xiaolongnü.

In the bushes, Granny Sun noticed Wang Xuan looking in her direction and immediately ran toward the Ancient Tomb.

Earlier, seeing many Quanzhen members heading uphill, she had secretly followed to see what was happening.

What she witnessed had utterly terrified her.

Now that she had been spotted by Wang Xuan, her only thought was:

Run!

Her own safety didn’t matter.

The key was getting word to Xiaolongnü—so she could be prepared.

Granny Sun had also seen Li Mochou beside Wang Xuan, so she didn’t bother worrying that her actions might reveal the tomb’s location.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast she urged her old body forward—she was never going to get away.

When Li Mochou’s voice reached her ears, Granny Sun was stunned to find it coming from in front of her.

She hurriedly turned to flee in the opposite direction—

Only to come face-to-face with a stunningly beautiful woman.

Huang Rong.

And Li Mochou’s voice came from just behind her.

“Long time no see, Granny Sun. Why run away the moment you see me? I’m not some terrifying ghost or demon!”

Li Mochou’s tone was light, smiling as she spoke.

Granny Sun, however, was so frightened she plopped right down on the ground, eyes wide as she barked back:

“You—what do you want? You’ve already been expelled by Miss Long! You have no right to return to the Ancient Tomb!”

Li Mochou naturally avoided talking about being expelled.

Instead, she stepped forward, pulling Granny Sun up with a grin.

“Granny, I’ve come back this time… to arrange a marriage for my junior sister. Surely, you don’t want to see her spend decades alone in that dark, sunless tomb—only to grow old and die in loneliness?”

Upon hearing that, Granny Sun’s eyes widened in shock—like she’d been struck by lightning.

“You… what did you just say?”

“Granny Sun, the man I mentioned—you’ve seen him yourself. In both looks and martial skill, what part of him isn’t worthy of my junior sister?”

Li Mochou’s smile faded as she spoke with seriousness.

Upon hearing this, the image of Wang Xuan’s figure in the grass flashed through Granny Sun’s mind, and her brows furrowed even tighter.

“Honestly, we don’t even need to consult you. Surely you don’t think Junior Sister still has a choice? The only reason we’re explaining things is because we were once of the same sect. We don’t want to make things ugly—so we’re asking you to help persuade her.”

Granny Sun let out a cold laugh, mocking herself as she replied:

“Miss Li, you give this old woman far too much credit. I’m just a servant. I have no say in something as important as Miss Long’s marriage!”

“That’s fine. You just act when the moment comes.”

Li Mochou naturally knew Granny Sun couldn’t decide for Xiaolongnü.

But sometimes, all it took was a final push.

All she needed now was her cooperation.

And Granny Sun also understood how dire the situation was. After hesitating a moment, she finally nodded.

Seeing this, Li Mochou smiled and turned back toward the Ancient Tomb.

Back on the Quanzhen side, once Wang Xuan and the others had left, Zhao Zhijing stepped forward and asked Qiu Chuji:

“Sect Leader, are we really going to leave?”

He wasn’t alone. Every Quanzhen disciple present wore a face full of reluctance.

Qiu Chuji didn’t respond.

His silence said it all.

Hao Datong, who had regained a bit of strength, slammed his fist on the ground and cursed:

“Where did that brat even come from? And what’s with that girl Huang Rong—why is she on his side?”

Qiu Chuji furrowed his brows and finally spoke:

“She must’ve had no choice.”

Then he turned to Sun Bu’er and instructed her to immediately go to Xiangyang and inform Guo Jing of what had happened.

After she left, Qiu Chuji looked once more at the Quanzhen disciples lying scattered across the ground and sighed:

“Decades of foundation destroyed in a single day… How can I ever face Master?”

Hearing this, Yin Zhiping rushed forward to comfort him.

Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan also stepped forward and added:

“Senior Brother, as long as the green hills remain, we’ll never run out of firewood.¹ That man’s strength far exceeds ours. What happened today isn’t your fault. Right now, the most urgent matter is treating the injured disciples and getting down the mountain tonight to make new plans!”

“Exactly! As long as we’re alive, the Quanzhen legacy lives on. The world is vast—we can rebuild Chongyang Palace elsewhere!”

With their combined persuasion, Qiu Chuji sighed again and said:

“You’re right. Now is not the time for guilt. We must not only inform Jing’er of what happened—we must also notify the other sects so they can prepare in advance!”

“Yes, sir!”

Wang Xuan stared at a patch of wild weeds and rocks in front of him, frowning slightly.

Who would have guessed that beneath these stones was the entrance to the Ancient Tomb?

Such a hidden place—ordinary people would pass by without ever realizing it.

Even if they found the stone door, without the method to open it, they still couldn’t get in.

After all, Wang Chongyang originally built the tomb as a stronghold against Jurchen invaders.

If real enemies attacked, the Dragon-Severing Stone inside could be dropped—and with the manpower of this world, it’d be impossible to lift.²